As I was turning into the parking lot here at work one morning, I heard a noise fromt he back seat.
My two daughters were sitting back there, grinning at me. Oh yeah, I was supposed to drop them off at daycare…
I have one that trumps them all. This tale of brain flatulence will amaze you, it will astound you, it will make you say “whoever smelt it delt it” with its sheer flatulinity.
Yesterday, I forgot how to get into bed.
It was about midnight (I stayed up to watch the Roast of William Shatner on Comedy Central), and I was pretty tired. So I get to my room, change into pajamas, and face my bed. At this point, I wasn’t really concerned with anything, this is standard routine. Then I find myself thinking… “I can’t sleep standing up like this.”, still pretty carefree.
Then I realize, wait… I should get… (couldn’t remember the word ‘into’)… above the bed.
"How does this bed thing work?! 
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What really threw me off were the decorative pillows. I usually throw those off once I’m actually in the bed, but this time, my brain was steadfastly determined to believe that it was physically impossible to get in the bed with those pillows there. Also, it was determined to believe that there was no way to get the pillows off the bed without being in the bed already. Kind of a catch-22.
I ended up diving across the width of the bed, and once I was actually on the bed everything snapped into place and I got into bed properly.
I feel kind of like Peter Griffin when he forgot how to sit down.
Then there was the time I bumped this zombie thread…